Why make?
Making Love
- Rebecca McClanahanWhy make? I used to wonder.
Is it something you have to keep on
making, like beds or dinner, stir it upor smooth it down? Sex, I understood,
an easy creaking on the upholstered
springs of a man you meet in passing.You have sex, you don’t have to make it,
it makes you - rise and fall and rise again,
each time, each man, new. But love?
Go read the whole thing. I’m going to go find out who the hell Rebecca McClanahan is. I want to know more about her.
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Why make? I used to wonder. Is it something you have to keep on making, like beds or dinner, stir it up or smooth it...
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whole thing. I’m going...hell Rebecca McClanahan is....know...
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gave me a tingle on my heart strings.
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you’re busy. It is just that good.
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